Phoenix

For The Morning Bird

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me...
To comfort all who mourn,
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the LORD,
that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61: 1,2,3

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Tonight

the morning bird takes flight,

Up from the ashes of a heart

cycling in trivialities;

She rises in a sudden flash of levity

once thought to be forever gone,

Replacing the darkness of

the last place from whence she came,

and where she once belonged

Tonight

the morning bird rises,

up from the dust of a red zone death

She comes at me with warm, sweet truth of

faith and self; the God in me,

A magnificent woman in mid-step,

skipping with glee to the end of

the greatest event I've ever seen,

By praise, resilience has lifted

Tonight

before and ever more,

There is no false hope;

it is always gifted in the face

of impending doom, monkey motives

the darkness of uncompromising egos;

The God in me remembers to

Turn on the Light

Tonight

the birds of flight look back, but only

to gaze into the eyes of Love watching,

To feel the arms of Love holding,

To join the hands of Love pushing us on

to living playgrounds

and games that possess its brilliant power,

For faith is a skill we practice...

I go to Love for my shower,

snuggle in this home to rest

praising Love long before the end of the test,

For tonight

I am a slave to it's freedom.

My beauty is a force, given for ashes,

Moving, breathing, living and giving

to the rhythm of this grand decision;

Tonight

the morning bird 

is ready and right for an effortless flight,
Brief, the time to witness

for the Light comes to comforts us,

And won't let the darkness

keep me up

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